Viewing Single Post From: Mend (working title)

Viewing Single Post From: Mend (working title)
Kamaitachi	Feb 19 2009, 12:55 AM
Classy Posts: 5,264 Group: Judge Member #613 Joined: February 13, 2006	Chapter 3? (Writer's Block sucks) "...Soja...?" Hollie finally managed to say something, considering the prostrate, possibly dead, friend lying before them. "...Soja...?" Her voice came out trembly and sing-songy, unsure and utterly nervous. "The liquid accumulating on the carpet..." Nick stepped forward slightly "If that's blood...we'll need a lot of resolv-OOF!" He reeled over, DS having elbowed him heavily in the gut. Gingerly, she stepped over and knelt down, dipping a finger in the quickly spreading stuff and licking it. She pulled a face, waggling her finger in front of her. "It's just whiskey." she frowned "So I guess we'll need that Resolve after all." A gentle sigh of relief eased over the hallway, now that the trio was breathing again. "That's the shortest red light I've ever seen!" the tv grumbled loudly, causing Nick to snap his head back towards it. "Whoops, left the movie on!" he grinned awkwardly as he sped back into the living room. Exhanging glances briefly, the two girls hefted Soja up, muttering about useless men, and gently/not-so-gently shoved him back into his room. DS, grumbling as she went, set off to the kitchen to look for the carpet cleaner, while Hollie dragged Soja into his room. "...n-...no." the unconscious one muttered. "imnenpoof. Grrrrappa. Shmnumnumnum." "Of course, honey." Hollie's tone was flat and unamused. "Mmmrooomba." "No, Soja, you've had enough to drink." "mmmmennneeenneeetorrp....mrrrnumrrrmenur...." this time it sounded whiny and childish, as if a baby hadn't gotten its candy. "No means no, sillyface." Hollie managed to get Soja into an upright position. She removed his now alcohol soiled shirt and tossed it into his laundry bin. With a little grin, she snapped her fingers. Courtesy of DS, a bright pink flowery-patterned bathrobe appeared in her hands instantly. Helping her drunken charge into his new outfit, she attempted to heft the man onto the bed. She was met in turn with resilience in the form of dead-weightedness. "mmmmmrreaaannmmuimumm. Nrmmamaumeumumemr...." Soja appeared to have an opinion. "Overruled, Soja." Hollie shook her head. "Get into the bed." "Mrrrf" he grunted resolutely in reply. "Fine. Stay there." She grabbed a pillow off of his bed and placed it on the floor. Immediately he slumped towards it. With a long, low sigh, followed by a little raspberry sound, Soja teetered, and teetered, and finally settled into the pillow on the floor. "There's a good boy. Sleep now. It's only...you know...5 in the afternoon." She rolled her eyes, leaving him be. "He's asleep now." She reported to Nick and DS, who had popped in Troy now that Finding Nemo was over. Just as soon as Hollie settled down back into her seat on the sofa, and the opening speech was playing on the telly, the apartment door creaked open to reveal Kamai...who was essentially naked. The trio remained speechless for a moment, sizing up the situation of their other roommate. He stood there, wearing the same blank, nonchalant and almost uncaring default expression he usually wore, and a tangerine coloured speedo. Nothing else. "Care to...explain?" DS shook her head, trying to find more words but failing. "I suppose." Kamai shrugged "What happened?" Nick blurted, trying for all the world not to giggle. "Lost my clothes." The speedo-clad roommate shrugged again, honestly appearing as if this were his modus operandi. "Did you get...any looks on the bus?" Hollie's question fell flat on its ass. "Didn't pay attention if I did." "Is that how you're going to work tonight?" DS's turn came back around, and she'd regained some of her ability to talk at this point. Nick seemed to be preparing another question as well, Hollie didn't have much time to think of one. "Why not? I might make better tips this way." Kamai ran a hand through his hair "Nick, Hollie, you get one more question each." "Why a speedo and why tangerine?" Kamai grinned at Nick's question. "Because it looks pretty damn sexy doesn't it?" "What the fuck is wrong with you?" gasped Hollie, for the life of her not really knowing what else to ask. "Nothing. I just lost my clothes, and this was all I had in my backpack. Inquisition over." Kamai slung his messenger bag onto the couch, narrowly missing Nick, before heading up to his room. They watched him go, and heard him pause momentarily. "Ha, Soja's in the Drunk Robe." Subsequently, the door to Kamai's room closed. DS, Nick and Hollie all exchanged very significant glances with one another. "Maybe we just need new roommates?" Nick offered, truly at a loss for an explanation. "Nah, we seem to attract the crazies, don't we?" retorted Hollie "I mean, we're three perfectly norma-" DS coughed rather violently "-two perfectly normal ladies-" "Hey!" Nick folded his arms, looking jokingly perturbed "and we're just bright lamps to these silly little moths." "Mm. Weak metaphor. Try again." DS shook her head. "and we're just kegs to frat guys." "not quite." "and we're just...gravy to turkeys?" DS Sighed. Hollie stammered and tried again. "and we're just...gold to Midases?" "And Hollie fails the metaphor game yet again." Nick sighed. "Hey!" she pointed in reply "That was a hard one!" "flames to moths would've worked just fine. I would've accepted Crack to addicts, free-poured shots of Whiskey to alcoholics, or extra-credit assignments to dorks, anything along those lines." "Fine. Mine were better." Hollie stuck her tongue out. "BOAGRIAS!" roared the TV. "Oh shh. Brad Pitt's gonna be naked onscreen in like...a minute." DS shushed them. Edited by Kamaitachi, Feb 20 2009, 04:23 PM.
	Quote: H乜骏 says: Pure genius. H乜骏 says: Well. 72% genius, 28% alcohol.

Mend (working title) · Fan Fiction